Tag: frost
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24 – 28 November 2025
Monday Sunrise: 7:32am Heading to the city almost 2 hours earlier than normal, the lights are red smudges in a damp blue-black sky. Announcements urge you to take care; hold on; pay attention; report anything suspicious; watch yourself. We all shuffle forward in the same direction at the same speed. I break off down a…
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17 – 21 November 2025
Monday Sunrise: 7:22am The heart of the wood is quiet. No bird song, only the sound of squirrel claws skittering across trunks and branches. It’s getting light but taking a while. The temperature has dropped. It’s five degrees now and the first frost will arrive tonight, settling on cars and sparkling orange under the streetlights. …
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3 – 7 February
Monday Sunrise, 7:34am I passed a new regular on the way to the wood. Today she smiled and said hello first. She always looks like a woman with a purpose. I like her. After so many storms the wood is a different shape, although it feels like it’s starting to settle. The fallen trees, swollen…
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11 – 17 January 2025
Saturday A fight. Three bodies: one is flat to the ground, another screeches by their side, a third holds the first one down with a heavy foot as they prepare to attack again. Behind them a rowdy crowd goads them on from the trees. I clap my hands loudly and yell at them to stop.…
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30 December 2024 – 3 January 2025
Wednesday 1 January 2025 Things I know from keeping notes. In January, the sound of woodpeckers will echo around the leafless wood. The park will freeze and there’ll be a crunchy frost with bright blue shadows. As the sun rises, contrails will glow pink in the sky and linger like frozen shooting stars. There will…
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27 November – 1 December
It’s been a good week for the moon. Last Saturday night it was almost full and there was a huge halo around it. I made J come into the garden to look. Later I saw friends’ photos on instagram. From Sussex to Yorkshire, pictures of the moon’s halo. Monday Awake at 2am, and again at…
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13 – 18 February
Monday “Gizza job!” It’s T, obviously, and his mate. I’m litter picking. Haven’t seen T in ages, but he’s on a half-term break, and soon to be out of a job. They’ve sold the place where he works. “They only sold it for about 2 mil in the end!” “Whaaat?!”Incredulous, we all shake our heads –…
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5 – 11 February 2023
Sunday It’s a beautiful day, a good day for a walk – but part of me is too lazy to go out. I message with S, he’s just got back from an osmitsa in Italy. He says ‘Go for a walk! Send me proof you’ve been’. On the way to the wood I see the…
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Week 48: 5 – 10 December
Arbitrary stupid goal. I haven’t read it yet, but I did read Laser Writer II and I loved it. Regardless, I didn’t think I was the type for gamification – a year is a long time to wait for 1 point, but here we are. Last week’s week notes, late. Monday Dark morning. Fell over litter picking and cut…
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Week 40: 10 – 15 October
Monday Wake up with a splitting headache. And it’s raining. No walk. At the end of the day, I smack my head into the open – yet slowly closing – boot of the car. It leaves a bump, a bruise and I finish the day as I started. With a headache. Excellent work all round.…
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